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girlsoloDay four of her little hitting streak, and she’s come full circle.
It started out a petty prank, kid stuff, like stealing Thad’s favorite comic book and hiding it under the couch to see how long it would take him to notice. Will still hasn’t missed his ball - Tesla would say it’s because he never had any to begin with and Kate would laugh, but she’d end up smacking him, since even with him nursing that damned sloth, he’s more of a man than Tesla will ever be. Either that, or he’s not letting on that he knows it was missing or Crazycakes returned it to him and he thinks she took it. The first and the last pull her mouth into a tight frown around the rim of her coffee mug. If Will doesn’t know it’s missing or thinks someone else took it, then Kate’s going to be bored of yanking chains long before Will figures out the direction of the pull.
She frowns harder and slouches in her seat, being invisible in plain sight. Being invisible even though she’s anything but small town or small island as the case may be. No one pays her any more attention than the usual once, then twice over for the face and the flexibility of her sitting on her heels, practically, on a regular kitchen chair and her arms around her knees and Kate’s about ready to walk off the field when she hears her name.
“blah blah blah Kate blah blah blah...”
When she looks up, the speaker’s no one she recognizes and he’s already sitting down next to a blonde in a tiny little skirt and patterned tights. If you don’t look close or know how to look, she’s got bored suburban teen written all over her. Her smile’s too quick and sharp, eyes too, and she puts her outfits together like Kate does. Look here, not there. Kate’s not Will to know what it means or why she’s like that, but you can’t con a con, and this other Kate...
Has Harry Potter for a boyfriend?
Is that seriously... Kate almost spits her coffee back into her mug. Even if it’s not, it looks like him and holy shit does Will know? She kind of wants to run and tell him but conning a profiler’s even harder than conning a con sometimes and he’ll know - even if he doesn’t know her - that the looking wasn’t accidental.
She sinks back down over her knees and watches for a bit. When other-Kate leaves, Kate follows her, because day four of her pranks just went from full count bases loaded three down at the bottom of the ninth to a grand slam. Grinning to herself, she pats the book in her bag, ducks out of sight and waits for other-Kate to leave again.
After she does and the boy who isn’t Harry Potter who maybe lives there with other-Kate is clearly not around, Kate makes her way inside. The hut’s schizophrenic: one room spotless, the other as much of a disaster as Kate’s back at the Sanctuary. She picks the messy one even before she finds the shoes on the floor. That girl, the other Kate, she’s not buttoned down enough for that tidy room - and then she nearly trips over a pair of heels no one needs on a desert island, and plants on her hands on a pair of boots Kate’s actually tempted to steal and not just displace.
But no. The books are better. She’s been trying not to switch one for one, but the idea of swapping the Harry Potter side of other-Kate for whatever’s got her reading this law book -- open mouth, insert book, chomp -- makes her laugh out loud. Laughter’s been rare since she got here. So when Kate palms the Intro to Law book and puts the Harry Potter in its place, she amends the note that tells her to return to British Juliet to add, Didn’t take those bitchin’ boots, but I was tempted, Imelda. Hope Harry has a sense of humor, before slipping it inside the front cover.
Harry Potter novel: $9.95 on discount. Law textbook, free from a smartass bookshelf. Giving a Harry Potter book to Harry Potter-(alike?)’s girlfriend? Priceless.
It started out a petty prank, kid stuff, like stealing Thad’s favorite comic book and hiding it under the couch to see how long it would take him to notice. Will still hasn’t missed his ball - Tesla would say it’s because he never had any to begin with and Kate would laugh, but she’d end up smacking him, since even with him nursing that damned sloth, he’s more of a man than Tesla will ever be. Either that, or he’s not letting on that he knows it was missing or Crazycakes returned it to him and he thinks she took it. The first and the last pull her mouth into a tight frown around the rim of her coffee mug. If Will doesn’t know it’s missing or thinks someone else took it, then Kate’s going to be bored of yanking chains long before Will figures out the direction of the pull.
She frowns harder and slouches in her seat, being invisible in plain sight. Being invisible even though she’s anything but small town or small island as the case may be. No one pays her any more attention than the usual once, then twice over for the face and the flexibility of her sitting on her heels, practically, on a regular kitchen chair and her arms around her knees and Kate’s about ready to walk off the field when she hears her name.
“blah blah blah Kate blah blah blah...”
When she looks up, the speaker’s no one she recognizes and he’s already sitting down next to a blonde in a tiny little skirt and patterned tights. If you don’t look close or know how to look, she’s got bored suburban teen written all over her. Her smile’s too quick and sharp, eyes too, and she puts her outfits together like Kate does. Look here, not there. Kate’s not Will to know what it means or why she’s like that, but you can’t con a con, and this other Kate...
Has Harry Potter for a boyfriend?
Is that seriously... Kate almost spits her coffee back into her mug. Even if it’s not, it looks like him and holy shit does Will know? She kind of wants to run and tell him but conning a profiler’s even harder than conning a con sometimes and he’ll know - even if he doesn’t know her - that the looking wasn’t accidental.
She sinks back down over her knees and watches for a bit. When other-Kate leaves, Kate follows her, because day four of her pranks just went from full count bases loaded three down at the bottom of the ninth to a grand slam. Grinning to herself, she pats the book in her bag, ducks out of sight and waits for other-Kate to leave again.
After she does and the boy who isn’t Harry Potter who maybe lives there with other-Kate is clearly not around, Kate makes her way inside. The hut’s schizophrenic: one room spotless, the other as much of a disaster as Kate’s back at the Sanctuary. She picks the messy one even before she finds the shoes on the floor. That girl, the other Kate, she’s not buttoned down enough for that tidy room - and then she nearly trips over a pair of heels no one needs on a desert island, and plants on her hands on a pair of boots Kate’s actually tempted to steal and not just displace.
But no. The books are better. She’s been trying not to switch one for one, but the idea of swapping the Harry Potter side of other-Kate for whatever’s got her reading this law book -- open mouth, insert book, chomp -- makes her laugh out loud. Laughter’s been rare since she got here. So when Kate palms the Intro to Law book and puts the Harry Potter in its place, she amends the note that tells her to return to British Juliet to add, Didn’t take those bitchin’ boots, but I was tempted, Imelda. Hope Harry has a sense of humor, before slipping it inside the front cover.
Harry Potter novel: $9.95 on discount. Law textbook, free from a smartass bookshelf. Giving a Harry Potter book to Harry Potter-(alike?)’s girlfriend? Priceless.
